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Am G In actuality you?re just playing with me The facts are there to see bankrupt emotionally So you sent me cold hearts and dead flowers can I send it back You splash out on some fancy perfume in a beautiful but a rented room And it takes bitter grapes to make it our finest wine And your far out far-flung philosophies could not be further from my mind You promised me you?d fly me to the moon you are late I?m still waiting All of one we need to but seriously that drift with me Get off my cloud it?s reserved for an angel with darker wings If it?s so important to you can?t you wait, can?t you just give in
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